Leaves dance and prance,
to the chilling air.
Wind howls, as it gets closer...
Closer to the closure.
Listen my dear,
its almost over.
While the kids play red rover,
and the grass hides its clovers.
Its waiting for Halloween,
Look, such a frightening dream.
When the dead come out for only the day,
with a sorrowing evening hearts are gray.
So how much hell, can you take,
how much hate, can you make?
Cause were not celebrating the dead. So be the way who you are,
cause your the one who will be sorry. Karma is a jerk, and shoves bad people in the dirt.
So don't tell me who you want me to be, just shut your mouth and believe.
but our lungs full of led.
Do you hate this, enough said?
Because your the only regret.
Are we ready? Are we set?